Yes i can't deny the worn out and truthful,
if it's picturesque -
though it's just a saying, not useful -
resolve that great chain of aging and fierce hours -
so soon it becomes annoying to us -
yes between her thighs it was nothing -
i don't know if she even lives, but you:
and i never was in need of touch unless
it would come through my heart's shape -
not like they who say it in today's fashion -
now you know what's going on with me -
trying to steal the light -
and in the evenings a slight chill in the air -
i'm still here breathing,
feeling so much better than i was last year -
with a curtain of smoke -
and in the evenings a slight chill in the air -
the welkin not on my mind,
nor anything it covers